#NCT127 Drabble

[zeroseuniverse]

Could you pls write your husband Haechan getting whiny and pouty cause you won't let him kiss you and ignore him as a prank pls? (can you make it long pls if you can?)

Dodged!

Word Count: 1K Summary: He pauses, his lips hovering inches away from yours, eyes twinkling with triumph. “Say it.” You roll your eyes. “I love you, okay? You’re my favorite, and I’ll never ignore you again.” Pairing: Haechan X reader

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The moment Haechan walks through the door, you know he’s going to be clingy.

It’s in the way he dramatically sighs, tossing his bag onto the couch before throwing himself onto you, practically melting into your embrace like he’s been away for weeks instead of just a few hours. His arms loop around your waist, his face pressing into your neck as he groans.

“Finally,” he mumbles against your skin. “I missed you so much today.”

You smile, rubbing his back a little, but you’re on a mission tonight. A little harmless fun to see how long it takes before he completely loses it.

“I missed you too,” you say sweetly, before gently pushing his face away from your neck. He blinks up at you, eyes warm and expectant, lips already puckering up for a kiss—only for you to turn your head at the last second.

Haechan freezes. His lips land on your cheek instead, and he pulls back immediately, blinking in confusion.

“Uh… hello?” he says, narrowing his eyes at you. “What was that?”

You pretend to be oblivious. “What do you mean?”

He squints harder. “Babe, I was about to kiss you, and you just—” He mimes the way you turned your head. “You dodged me.”

You shrug, fighting a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A slow pout starts forming on his face, his lower lip jutting out. “What do you mean you don’t know? You literally just rejected me.”

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did!” He gasps like you’ve personally offended him. “Do you—do you not love me anymore?!”

“Haechan—”

“Oh my God,” he groans, flopping onto the couch like the dramatist he is. “My wife doesn’t love me anymore. I leave for a few hours, and suddenly I’m unwanted.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart warms at how ridiculously cute he’s being. Still, you keep up the act, brushing past him like you didn’t just watch him fall apart dramatically.

“Okay, I’m gonna go start dinner.”

“No, no, no, wait,” he cries, scrambling up to follow you. He latches onto your back like a koala, his arms locking around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Babe, don’t do this to me. Kiss me, please.”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean nope?” He sounds genuinely distressed now, wiggling in your hold like a restless child. “Why not?”

“I just don’t feel like it.”

The sound that leaves his mouth is borderline inhuman. “You don’t feel like it? But—but kissing me is, like, your favorite thing ever! You always say I have the softest lips! That I’m—”

You casually reach for a pan, still ignoring him. “I changed my mind.”

Another gasp. “No, you didn’t!” He quickly moves to stand in front of you, his big brown eyes widening to their full puppy-like potential. He clutches at his chest like you just stabbed him. “You’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.”

You stare at him, pressing your lips together like you’re considering it. Then, as if to twist the knife deeper, you hum, “I don’t know… Maybe I’m just not in the mood for kisses today.”

He grips the counter behind him for support, like your words have physically weakened him. “Babe, you’re literally killing me.”

“I think you’ll survive,” you say, smirking.

“No, I won’t.” He grips your wrist desperately. “I need kisses to function. It’s like oxygen. You’re depriving me of air.”

You burst into laughter, unable to help it. “You are so dramatic.”

“I am not!” He whines, shaking you a little. “You don’t understand! My whole day has been so hard, and the one thing I was looking forward to was coming home to my beautiful wife and showering her with kisses, only to be treated like this!” He sniffs, looking away like he’s trying not to cry. “This is emotional abuse.”

You snort. “That is not what emotional abuse is.”

“It feels like it.” He pouts harder, his lips curling like he’s about to full-on sulk. “I don’t know if I can go on like this.”

You decide to push him just a little further, crossing your arms. “Okay, then. If you have to kiss someone, go kiss Mark or something.”

His jaw drops. “Kiss Mark?”

You shrug. “Yeah. Since you need kisses so bad.”

He scoffs, looking deeply, deeply betrayed. “I don’t want Mark’s kisses, I want yours!”

“Well, too bad,” you say, biting back another smile.

For a moment, he just stares at you, completely still. Then, as if he’s made up his mind about something, he launches at you.

You squeal, stumbling back as he grabs your face, trapping you against the counter. His eyes are dark with determination, his lips pressed into a firm line. “You leave me no choice, babe.”

“What—”

Before you can react, he starts attacking you with kisses—messy, exaggerated, over-the-top smooches all over your face. You burst into giggles, trying to squirm away, but he doesn’t let you, peppering your cheeks, nose, and forehead with dramatic mwah sounds.

“You think you can ignore me?” he mumbles between kisses. “Huh? You think you can deprive me?”

“Haechan—stop—”

“Nope! I will get my kisses one way or another!”

You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe, weakly pushing at his chest, but he only doubles down, squeezing you tighter. Finally, when you’re on the verge of wheezing, you surrender.

“Okay, okay! You win!”

He pauses, his lips hovering inches away from yours, eyes twinkling with triumph. “Say it.”

You roll your eyes. “I love you, okay? You’re my favorite, and I’ll never ignore you again.”

His smirk grows. “And?”

“…And I was just messing with you.”

He gasps. “I knew it!” Then, without another word, he finally presses his lips against yours in a long, sweet, desperate kiss that makes your toes curl.

When he pulls away, he looks deeply satisfied, his pout completely gone. “That’s more like it.”

You shake your head, amused. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re mine,” he hums, hugging you close again. “And from now on, I’m enforcing a no ignoring me rule, okay? Especially when it comes to kisses.”

You pretend to think about it. “I’ll consider it.”

He glares playfully. “Babe—”

You giggle, leaning in this time to kiss him first. And, just like that, all is forgiven.

(Though you have a feeling he’s going to be extra clingy for the rest of the night.)

[morningsunandnightsky]

Heartbeats and strawberry treats

Pairing: Boyfriend!Jaehyun x you

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,390

Genre: FLUFF

"The kiss tastes of strawberries and the warmth of his skin, it's slow and tender, like a promise spoken without words, and for a moment, the world fades into nothing but him—his scent, his touch, and the soft sound of your name on his lips."

Author's note: It's been a minute since I've written anything, so this might be rusty af. But I felt like putting something out, so I did before that tiny spark of motivation burned out. This is not proofread. As always, feedback is highly appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

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The summer sun hangs lazily above you, casting a golden haze across the sky as you and Jaehyun walk hand in hand down a quiet, tree-lined path. His fingers are warm against yours, but it’s the kind of warmth that feels just right, even on a hot summer day like this. One that wraps around you like a secret, intimate, quiet, and meant only for the two of you. 

“I told you the strawberry farm was a good idea,” you say, playfully nudging his shoulder with yours.

Jaehyun laughs—soft, low, and entirely contagious. “You just wanted an excuse to wear that sundress.”

You feign offence, gasping. “It’s cute and breezy. Totally practical.”  

He eyes you with a smile that melts you every time. “It definitely is a lovely dress, but only you are the reason it looks so perfect,” he says more softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers lingering just a fraction of a second too long on your cheek. 

The warmth of the sun on your skin is nothing in comparison to the look in his eyes.

The two of you arrive at the little farm tucked between rolling green hills. There’s a faded wooden sign that reads "Pick Your Own" and rows and rows of strawberries glistening in the sunlight, their sweet scent carried by the breeze. Jaehyun grabs two small baskets and hands you one with a wink.

“Let’s see who picks the most.”  

“You’re on,” you grin. 

You wander down the rows, crouching beside a patch of ripe berries. Jaehyun is only a few steps behind you, humming softly to himself, occasionally reaching over your shoulder to pluck a berry he insists you missed on purpose. And maybe you did. Hoping to feel him against you again -not that you'd admit that to him though- At one point, you pop a berry into your mouth and tilt your head toward him. 

"Wanna taste?" you ask, your eyes gleaming mischievously.  

When your fingers rest on his jaw, he leans in and takes the berry, his lips grazing yours softly as his smile broadens and his dimples deepen. 

The kiss tastes of strawberries and the warmth of his skin, it's slow and tender, like a promise spoken without words, and for a moment, the world fades into nothing but him—his scent, his touch, and the soft sound of your name on his lips.  

“You’re dangerous,” he murmurs.  

“You love it.”  

He doesn’t deny it but only shakes his head a little, trying to hide the flush on his cheeks. 

You both eventually drift towards the checkered blanket that is set out just outside the small farm under the pleasant shade of a huge tree. The baskets, only half-filled, sit forgotten next to you. 

Jaehyun lies on his back, one arm tucked under his head, the other outstretched so you can rest against him. You trace lazy circles on his chest, watching the sunlight filter through the leaves above.  

“I wish summer lasted forever,” you sigh.

He turns his head to you. “I don’t. I like seasons.”  

You look up at him. “Why?”

“Because change is good,” he says thoughtfully. “It makes moments like this feel even more special.” 

He tells you as he looks into your eyes, his eyes carrying the weight of thousands of "I love you’s” in every language in the universe. 

You say nothing, afraid even a whisper might break the moment. Your heart is full—so full it hurts in the gentlest way—and all because he always, always knows how to hold you with his words.  

“Okay, philosopher,” you taunt playfully after a few moments, yet your voice is gentle and full of love. “Then what’s the lesson of this moment?”  

He hums, then rolls over so he’s hovering above you, his hands braced on either side of your head, the sunlight haloing him like something out of this world.  

“That I’m hopelessly in love with you,” he says, so simply it knocks the breath from your lungs. 

The words settle between you like petals on water, weightless but utterly consuming. You blink up at him, heart thundering as you hear those words for the first time. 

“Say it again,” you whisper. 

“I’m in love with you.” 

The way he says it—no nerves, no hesitation—makes you believe in everything. In forever. In strawberry flavoured kisses and holding hands in secret. Even in heart-shaped days and movie-like clichés. 

You believe in love as a quiet sanctuary, a place where hearts speak in glances and breaths catch in shared stillness. And in that moment, held in the softness of his voice, you understand love, his love, is not just an idea or a feeling; it is the very light that colours your world, the pulse beneath your skin, the forever you’ve always been waiting for. 

“I’m so in love with you too.”  

You admit before reaching up and pulling him down. As you put your lips to his, slow yet so sure. His hand slips to your waist, the other cradling your cheek, and you feel his smile against you before you see it.  

The kiss feels way more intense than any other you've shared before. The sweetness of his breath mixes with the beat of your heart, and it almost feels like your souls are in harmony as your lips move against each other so effortlessly.

When you part, noses brushing, you giggle. 

“We’re definitely not picking more strawberries, are we?” you ask, breathless from laughing, cheeks warm—not just from the sun, but from the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world that matters.  

He gives that slow, signature grin, eyes locked on yours, full of mischief and something softer—something that wraps around your heart before you even realise it.  

“Nope,” he says, dragging out the word just enough, ending it with that playful little pop that makes your stomach flutter and your thoughts scatter like petals in the wind.  

There’s a moment of silence. The breeze moves gently around you, the rustle of leaves above your heads almost too quiet to notice. It’s like the entire world has leaned in with you, holding its breath.  

Then he shifts, just slightly, leaning in a little closer—enough that the space between you crackles with something sweet and intimate.  

His voice deepens, low and smooth, each word drawn out like a whisper only you may hear.  

“But I’d say I’m doing pretty well at making your heart skip.”  

You try to smirk, to toss back something quick and clever, but your smile softens before it can turn sharp.  

“So full of yourself,” you murmur, voice shaky with how much you don’t mean it. He doesn’t back away. If anything, he leans in closer, like he’s reading the truth beneath your teasing.  

His thumb brushes lightly across your hand, lazy and deliberate, a casual touch that sends a quiet thrill dancing up your arm.  

“Maybe”, he says softly, the word barely more than a breath, “but I can feel it.”  

His fingers move, slow and careful, grazing just over the inside of your wrist—right where your pulse flutters beneath your skin, fast and helpless.  

“Right here.” Your breath catches in your throat. It’s a small touch. Barely anything. But it feels like everything.  

You don’t say anything. You don’t have to. It's clear as day.

His eyes stay on yours, searching, and then that smile returns, less cocky now, and more tender. Quiet. Like he’s just unravelled some part of you that you didn’t know was waiting to be seen.  

And he’s not teasing anymore. He doesn't say anything. He’s just holding the moment between you like something fragile and full of light.   

Like it matters.  

Because it does.  

Because you do. 

With a shy giggle, you tuck your head into the crook of his neck, letting your fingers trace the curve of his shoulder. Because you can't deny his words, not when it's the truth.

His skin is warm, his heartbeat steady and close. The sun continues its slow descent as it colours the sky with hints of amber and pink.  

At some point, he begins humming again—some old summer tune, half-forgotten and beautiful—and you hum along, eyes fluttering shut as the cicadas sing and the breeze whispers through the trees. 

In that moment, you realise that you've got everything you've ever wanted— a world wrapped in strawberries, bathed in sunlight, and held together by him. 

®️ morningsunandnightsky, 2025.

[lovesuhng]

química

fluff, um pouco sugestivo, strangers to friends to lovers, gym rat reader, gym rat influencer johnny w.c: 1.5k n.a: foi um pedido e fiz totalmente inspirada nos vídeos do danny e juju (procurem no tiktok que eles são uns fofos, menos são sendo um casal kkkk)

Rotina era algo muito presente em sua vida. Todos os momentos do seu dia eram bem programados e calculados e isso incluía suas idas na academia. Disciplina e rotina faziam parte da sua vida, e não gostava de mudanças. Mas, quando uma nova academia abre perto de sua casa, resolve arriscar uma troca, afinal, o ambiente parecia ser agradável, os preços eram justos e a localização era perfeita.

Os primeiros dias foram tranquilos, deu continuidade aos treinos que você já fazia na sua antiga academia, afinal, estava se adaptando ao novo lugar. 

Até que um dia acabou conhecendo Johnny, um dos frequentadores da academia. Era o típico cara carismático, simpático que sempre brincava com as senhorinhas que treinavam no mesmo horário e também gravava alguns pequenos vídeos, mostrando a rotina na academia. Mas, além disso, ele era, de longe, o cara mais atraente que você já tinha visto: alto, estiloso, com olhos lindos, sorriso encantador e tatuagens que adornavam perfeitamente seus ombros e braços. A aproximação de vocês aconteceu depois que pediu que ele ajudasse quando iria progredir carga no supino e desde então, as piadinhas e interações começaram a se tornar frequentes.

Por terem se tornado grandes amigos de academia, Johnny lhe pediu para aparecer em alguns vídeos, pois você fazia parte da rotina de treinos dele. Você relutou um pouco, pois, além de ser tímida, achava que não tinha o “corpo certo” de alguém que treinava constantemente, tinha medo dos comentários que os seguidores dele poderiam fazer, mas Johnny conseguiu te convencer.

No primeiro vídeo que você apareceu, estavam fazendo cardio em esteiras lado a lado. Era uma simples conversa, onde Johnny te perguntava as metas do ano. 

“Talvez… ter um namorado”

“Ah é? Acho que deve ter alguém que seja seu tipo. Talvez aquele cara ali.” Johnny apontou para um homem aleatório.

“Nah.. Meu tipo são caras simpáticos, engraçados, altos, com tatuagens no braço”. Enquanto você lançava um olhar sugestivo, Johnny ria à medida que você o descrevia.

“Não é mais fácil dizer que você me quer?”

“Ué, tá tão óbvio assim?”

Johnny amava como você entrava na brincadeira dele. A conversa durou por mais um tempo, até que você resolveu fazer um comentário.

“Nossa, não pensei que ia suar tanto”

Johnny não podia perder essa oportunidade.

“Você vai suar mesmo quando eu te pegar mais tarde.”

Automaticamente, você olhou para Johnny assim que ele fez esse comentário e ele manteve o olhar fixo no seu até os dois explodirem na risada. Essa era maneira que vocês se divertiam durante os treinos.

Quando Johnny postou esse vídeo, milhares de comentários surgiram falando sobre a química que vocês tinham. Muito duvidavam que vocês eram apenas amigos, falavam sobre o jeito que se olharam, do seu “autocontrole” com os flertes de Johnny. 

Os vídeos se tornaram constantes e os “flertes” se tornaram mais intensos, o que foi percebido pelos seguidores de Johnny, que amavam e pediam por mais conteúdos de vocês dois juntos. Você entrava nas brincadeiras de Johnny porque, além de se divertir, era uma maneira de mascarar o quanto você estava ficando nervosa com a presença dele nos últimos dias. Talvez os comentários de como vocês ficavam bem juntos estavam te afetando mais do que deviam.

Em outro vídeo, você aparecia totalmente concentrada fazendo agachamento livre, nem tinha percebido que Johnny já tinha começado a gravar. Ele se ofereceu a te ajudar, se posicionado atrás de você, para te dar apoio e, mesmo estando acostumada, não podia deixar de ficar nervosa com a aproximação dele. Começou sua série com Johnny te incentivando, com as mãos apoiadas em sua cintura, contando as repetições e falando coisas do tipo “Vai! Você consegue ""Não para!” “Só mais uma” “Isso”. Na última repetição, Johnny viu a oportunidade perfeita de fazer mais uma piadinha. Se aproximando um pouco mais de você, disse bem perto do seu ouvido, mas alto o suficiente para que a câmera também capturasse o som:

“Sua amplitude tá boa, mas conheço uma outra forma pra você descer ainda mais”

Tinha certeza que seu rosto estava vermelho de vergonha e Johnny percebeu isso. Ficou nervosa com a simples “piadinha” dele, mas não podia deixar baixo, então, assim que colocou a barra no suporte, colocou as mãos na cintura, virou para Johnny, que ria do seu nervosismo e disse, tentando parecer o mais confiante possível:

“Ah é? Você fala muito, mas aposto que você não aguenta tudo isso, garotão.” Deu dois tapinhas no braço dele, que parecia surpreso com a sua resposta e saiu. “Aproveita e guarda os pesos pra mim”.

Mais uma vez os seguidores de Johnny foram à loucura e os comentários pediam por mais conteúdos de vocês juntos, além de questionarem o relacionamento de vocês. Johnny sempre dava like ou comentava algum emoji para atiçar mais os seus seguidores, deixando nas entrelinhas que sentia algo por você.

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Foi então que ele te chamou para um date. De início, você achou que ele iria gravar algum tipo de conteúdo fora da academia, mas depois se ele explicou que queria sair, talvez te conhecer um pouco mais e se divertir, sem se preocupar. Por mais nervosa que tivesse, aceitou na hora. Johnny aproveitou para postar em seu instagram que iria te levar em um date, mais uma vez causando alvoroço em seus seguidores.

A noite tinha sido perfeita. Você e Johnny tinham uma química incrível, era como se o assunto nunca acabasse entre vocês. Johnny ficava admirado como você, além de estar linda, entrava nas brincadeiras dele. Já você, se surpreendeu que, por trás de toda aquela imagem de galanteador, Johnny te respeitava, fazendo com que você se sentisse confortável.

Agora vocês estavam no apartamento de Johnny, rindo enquanto tomavam uma taça de vinho.

“Eu me divirto tanto vendo os comentários dos seus vídeos.” Dizia, enquanto levava a taça a sua boca.

“Também, mas os comentários dos nossos vídeos juntos são os melhores.”

“Pois é…”

Um silencio confortável pairou sobre vocês. Então, Johnny decidiu falar.

“Você concorda com eles?” Foi quando você percebeu o quão perto ele estava.

“Sobre o que?” 

“Que nós temos química”

“Er… acho que sim. Tipo, a gente se ajuda muito na academia…”

A risada de Johnny ecoou pelo apartamento e suas mãos começaram a suar, por isso resolveu deixar a taça em algum lugar.

“Não estou falando da academia. Eu tô falando de algo mais…”

Johnny te analisava tão profundamente que você se perdeu e não conseguiu achar palavras para responder. A situação só se complicou quando você sentiu a mão de Johnny te tocar levemente, colocando uma mecha do seu cabelo atrás da orelha. “Se você quiser, eu paro.”

“Não quero.” Respondeu tão rapidamente que ficou com medo de Johnny achar que você estava desesperada, mas de fato você estava. Desesperada por ele.

Os seus lábios se tocaram delicadamente, como se tivessem testando águas e aos poucos foi se tornando um beijo lento, saboroso e que se encaixava perfeitamente. 

Sem se separar, Johnny te puxou para o colo dele, apertando levemente sua cintura, tirando um pequeno gemido dos seus lábios.

“Você não faz ideia do quanto eu queria te beijar.” Johnny começou a distribuir beijos pelo seu pescoço, deslizando as mãos pelas suas coxas, enquanto suas mãos percorriam os ombros e braços do homem.

“Então, todos aqueles flertes eram reais, garotão?”

Johnny grunhiu, te dando outro beijo, mas dessa vez, mais quente, desesperado, como se aquele apelido despertasse algo nele. Se separaram ofegantes, você aproveitou para tirar a camisa de Johnny e, assim como ele tinha feito, começou a distribuir beijos, que começaram pelo pescoço e foram descendo pelo peitoral. O homem fechou os olhos, aproveitando o toque dos seus lábios na pele dele.

“Naquele dia… que você me chamou de garotão na academia…” Johnny falava com uma respiração pesada, pois sentia que, além de beijos molhados, você dava pequenas mordidas no corpo dele, à medida que, sem ao menos perceber, rebolava em seu colo. “Tive vontade de te pegar ali mesmo, na frente de todo mundo e fazer você gemer o meu nome, arg!”. Johnny pegou nos seu queixo, para que você voltasse a olhar pra ele e te deu um beijo rápido.

“Ah é?” Juntou sua testa na dele e falou com um voz sedutora: “Temos a noite toda pra realizar seu desejo, garotão.”

-

Desde esse dia, sua relação com Johnny tinha evoluído. Se encontravam na academia, iam a encontros e acabavam se pegando no seu apartamento ou no dele. Todos os seguidores de Johnny tinham percebido que o comportamento de vocês tinha mudado, mas Johnny preferiu deixar para fazer o anúncio oficial em um vídeo.

Vocês estavam na frente no espelho da academia. Johnny tirava a blusa e você fazia o mesmo, ficando apenas com seu top. Ele começava a fazer poses de fisiculturistas e você copiava, tirando risadas do homem, que achava engraçado o jeito exagerado que você mostra seus músculos. No final do vídeo, Johnny te abraçava por trás e depois, te virava para ficar de frente para ele, só pra te dar um beijos, assumindo o relacionamento para todos. A legenda do vídeo deixava bem claro o que estava acontecendo.

“Vocês tinham razão: temos muita química”

[mrkerina]

Fated 𓍼 Mark Lee

— In which you two have a midnight talk.

Pairing — Lee Mark (nct) x fem!reader

Word count — 437 (drabble)

Content — You couldn’t sleep and started to let your mind wander while a sleepy Mark had to entertain your thoughts, coming up with a perfect reply as usual.

M.list + Author’s note — Just a drabble!! The latest 127 comeback has me on a chokehold btw.

[ 3:42 am ]

Sometimes on those sleepless nights, where the bright hue of the full bloomed moon illuminated ever so slightly into the room and onto the ceiling.

Your eyes would be wide opened as you stared up at it, wondering how far it travelled to be able to reach inside.

On nights like these you just felt a little bit more sentimental, as much as you hated people who were like that. The world was filled with wonders, and one that always whirled in your mind was how different life could be if we did one thing differently.

Like how we would meet different people if we went to a different school, how different it would be if we gained interests in things sooner.

The bed dipped slightly beside you from the movement of the boy.

Mark's vision was slightly hazy but he managed to make out the girl who was still wide awake, deep in her own thoughts. "Are you still awake?" He said lowly, voice laced with tiredness, barely keeping his eyes opened to look at you.

You hummed in response, "can't sleep," you mumbled. He nodded before swinging an arm around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

"You should sleep, you overwork yourself too much and now you can't even take a break," Mark muttered, being the caring boyfriend he was despite his sleepiness.

Even though you weren't thinking about your stress at work, you didn't say anything. Turning your body to face him, you buried your head into his chest in search for the familiar surge of tranquil warmth to embrace you.

"Do you think we would have met if one of us didn't go to the carnival on that day?" You quietly questioned, doubting that you would get a reply, assuming that he was already asleep.

"Yeah, of course we would, why wouldn't we?” he answered.

"Why not? we won't have seen each other and started to compete on every single game then."

Mark let out a light chuckle, his fingers subconsciously started to draw shapes on your back. "Even if we didn't meet each other then, i'm sure we would have met each other eventually. We are made for each other, I would search the whole world if it meant finding you again. It is always and will be you who I love, no one else."

And right then you understood, it was fate that brought everyone together. His words made your heart flutter just like the first time you had laid your eyes on him.

[jsbluu]

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➨ i write: fluff, smut, & angst. no minors of course

➨ i do not write about: member x member, male reader, any bodily fluids besides spit, cum etc.. cnc, noncon, stepcest, weapon play, anything that makes me uncomfortable

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[nctcraze]

Jaehyun’s voice is so…need that fr

[doiesfav]

haii !!

can you do ples doyoung texts, when he always is kinda tsundere but cares for his s/o, and this time he acts all cute, sweet and stuff, and he's s/o wasn't predicting such a behaviour from him

that'll def be so sweet and cute, and I'm down bad for cute doyoung

Doyoung texts･.｡.:*☆

''tsundere bf! doyoung x fem! Reader''

Requested: ✓//by anon

content: fluff <3333

a/n: thanks for requesting omggg, i had fun making this lolll. Remember requests are open!!

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Thanks for the notes!!! love yaa<333

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NCT Prompt Line Requests

I’ve been super busy with school lately, so I don’t have as much time to write long fics. But for now, I’m taking requests! I’ll still write longer oneshots, but they’ll take longer to post.

You can pick 1-2 prompts from my list, and I’ll write a drabble, headcanon, or oneshots for you. The max word count will be no more than 5k words.

Right now, I’m focusing on NCT—mainly 127, Dream, and WayV (nothing against Wish; I’m just not comfortable writing for them). If I decide to write for other groups, I’ll update this and let you know!

Some prompts are a bit dark, and all are smut-related—just a heads-up! Send your request to my inbox with a short description of the scenario or even just the person's name and the prompt number(s) you chose, and I’ll do my best to make it happen! You can request dark scenarios too if you want as long it’s something that I’m comfortable with writing (I can write cnc/dub/non con).

I’m cool with writing for anyone in the units I mentioned, but I’m most comfortable and familiar with WayV, Haechan, Mark, and Jaemin!

People I haven’t written for yet but am interested in writing for include Johnny, Jaehyun, and Renjun. BUT I’m still open to writing for other members too!!

REQUEST OPEN!!! 

If the prompt is red that means it’s already been taken and is either being worked on or completed!!

Now, I’ll try my best to be consistent with posting these, but since I’m busier with school, I’ll get to requests as soon as I can.

Click here for updates on the prompts and responses. (I will still add these to my master list!)

“God, you love this, don’t you?”

“My neighbors are gonna know my name by the end of tonight”

“You look so much prettier on your knees for me”

“I want everyone to know who you belong to.”

" This is what you wanted right? 

“Don't tell me you can't handle this?"

"You beg so pretty for me. Let me hear you."

“No one can have you but me.” 

“Don’t you think I deserve this after what you’ve done to me?”

“How desperate and needy can you be for me?”

“God, sweetie. Didn't think you'd be this wet for me.”

“Don’t pass out on me yet, sweetheart.”

“We’re really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?”

“You’re so in for it when we get home.”

“You can take it, you’ve done this before.”

“Just a little more.”

“Don’t make a mess, baby.”

“Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.”

“Show me how much you missed me.”

“It’s my thigh or nothing, I’m not helping you get off.”

“I want you so bad.”

“You seem more sensitive than usual.”

“I said I’d take care of you, did you think I wouldn’t follow through on that?”

“We have to make this quick.”

“Your thighs are shaking so much.”

“Quiet, baby, the others will hear.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, fuck, that’s hot.”

"Please, tell me what to do."

"I'm going to shower now. You're coming?"

"Oh, we're not done yet."

“You’re not very patient, are you?”

“Let’s try something new tonight.”

“Don’t give me that look.”

“I need you so bad.”

“I want you to forget everything and everyone else but me.”

“Don’t test me.”

“I want you all to myself.”

“I hate being so far away.”

“I’m waiting.”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“Stop distracting me.”

“We both know that you can be louder than that.”

“What are you doing in my bed?!”

“Can I… can I touch you?”

“I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.”

“Stop distracting me.”

“Is this okay?” 

“How much do you want this?”

“Doing so good for me, sweetheart.” 

“I want you to say my name like that again.” 

“Aren’t you desperate?” 

“Only I get to touch you like this, okay?”

“You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.” 

“Always so needy for me, aren’t you? 

“Can’t help yourself, can you?” 

“So wet/hard for me already, huh?”

“Do I turn you on that much?”

“I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.” 

“Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?” 

“Gonna make sure you don’t forget about tonight.” 

“Need me to remind you on what happened last night?” 

“But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” 

“What did I just say?”

“Admit it — you want this as much as I do.” 

“I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.” 

Credit: Some of these are mine and some are from @/a-cure-for-writers-block, @/creativepromptsforwriting, @/leneemusing,  @/dumplingsjinson

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NCT 127 X S/O With locs

REQUESTED: NCT127 x S/O with locs

a/n: God, I'm sorry I'm just now getting to this. It's been on my to do list. But I'm finally here with it. But side note, each members s/o comes with a different shade of blue. I don't know the members well this is my first time writing a NCT 127 ot9 request so my reaction may not be as accurate to them.

side note: wasn't really sure how to write this without it being repetitive and boring but I still hope it's somewhat good.

another side note: I don't have locs so what I'm writing is based on YouTube videos I've watched and drawn inspiration from and also Pinterest.

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE, DAMN: I finished this around 6:35 am. The imagine went different ways, nevertheless, I hope the requester enjoys the brief moments between reader and ot9.

NOT PROOF READ MAY BE SOME GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES BUT STILL READABLE.

JOHNNY: you have been doing your retwist for a couple of hours in between sessions you'd watch Netflix, FaceTime johnny when he was on break from dance practice, ordered something to eat because you were too tired to even try to fix something to eat. And by the time Johnny came home you were just about done with your retwist.

“Oh wow.” Johnny said when he see's the color of your locs. “That color looks good on you.”

“You think so?”

“Oh yeah. It compliments you.”

The color you dyed your locs was a pretty Cerulean blue. After your locs were done, you added some cute hair jewelry some locs.

Johnny was checking out his hair in the mirror. “Do you want to dye mine so we can match?”

“Your stylist won't chew you out, will they?”

“If they I don't care. I want to match with my baby.”

MARK: he's seen you do your retwist before and knows how time consuming it can be. Mark would feed you and make sure you have plenty of water and when your arms get tired, he gives little massages. Your locs were bleached and ready for color.

“I have two different blues,” you tell your boyfriend. “Which one is your favorite, Indigo blue or baby blue?”

“Baby blue.”

“I'm feeling baby blue too.”

“Do you need any help?” Mark just wants to make things a little easier for you.

You happily nodded with a smile. Mark knew a little something about locs since you taught him. Plus, he saw this as quality time and another way of bonding with you.

DOYOUNG: “You don't gotta stay with me baby, it's gonna take some hours for her to get me colored, retwisted, and styled.” You tell Doyoung.

This was his first time going with you to a hair appointment. It was his day off and he didn't have anything better to do than drive you to your loctician and wait for you.

“But I want to stay,” he said, slightly pouting.

The salon was filled with other women getting their hair done too. One woman who was getting a wig installed gushed over you and Doyoung.

Your loctician gets you right and now it was deciding on the color. You decided to do the back of your locs sapphire blue and the front locs ocean blue.

Doyoung was on his phone most of the time, but he would check on you making sure you were good. He ran out to get you your favorite food since you would be sitting under the hair dryer for some hours.

“Do you think the colors look good on me?”

“They do. The colors just add to your beauty.”

“Boy, stop.” you laughed.

Doyoung playfully rolled his eyes saying, “I can't help it that my girlfriend's beauty is something magnificent.”

JAEHYUN: When he hears the 90s R&B music playing from the living room, he knows what today is. Retwist day. You spent a good three days preparing for this day. Giving yourself a prep talk because doing your own retwist wasn't for the weak.

“Tell me I got this, baby,” you whined to Jaehyun.

He kissed your forehead. “You got this. Just think about the end results. You know you're going to feeling yourself.”

You laughed saying, “You right. You right.”

Jaehyun kisses your lips this time and tells you bye since he is going to play basketball with the guys at the gym.

From morning until noon, you were still at your hair. You hadn't planned on styling it. Just a color and retwist. But you saw this cute style on Pinterest and decided why the hell not.

“Y/n I'm home.” Jaehyun yelled when he seen you weren't in the living room.

“Bathroom!”

He goes to the bathroom,leaning on the door door frame.

“What do you think?” You asked eagerly.

You had your locs in two space buns. With two locs in the front out with gold hair jewelry. Your locs were powder blue.

“I love it. You look so freaking cute.” Jaehyun reaches out and gently tugged you to him. “But it's a shame it'll only get messed up.”

You give your boyfriend a look. “And what does that mean, jae?”

He smirks pulling you to the bedroom.

“Oh no.” you protest. “Not when I spent hours on this!”

TAEYONG: he helps you on the days you did your retwist. He took a class on locs so he could be able to help you. That's how dedicated he was to helping you. After you bleached your locs. You sat in the chair while Taeyong prepared you for the color. You were dying your locs luxe blue.

“So, do you have a boyfriend?” Taeyong jokes with you.

“Um, actually I do.”

“Can he fight?”

“You tryna fight my man, sir?”

“If it means taking you out on a date. Then yeah beautiful.”

He always joked with you like this while doing your hair. After the color and the wash. You talked about what kind of style you wanted to do. It was just something simple. A half up/half down. It was giving “New Me”

And your boyfriend had to take pictures to post on his IG. He made sure you looked good in the pictures because he knew you hated it when he took the most outlandish pictures of you and posted them. But to him, he thought you looked good in all the photos.

He takes a picture of you with the caption: GUESS WHO ATE?🤪

TAEIL: Like Mark, Taeil likes the quality time he gets to spend with you while you're doing your hair. He's curious though. He asks a lot of questions like “Why do you have crotch hooks sometimes?” or “How come you don't do a retwist all the time?” and you're always more than glad to answer your boyfriend's questions and explain things to him.

“Have you thought about what color you're going to dye your hair?” Taeil asks you.

“I was thinking Sky blue or Cool blue.”

“Sky blue would look lovely.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah! But anything on you looks lovely.”

Your face grew warm at his words. Dang, this man really knew how to make you feel good about yourself.

“Want to help with the color?”

“Sure. Just show me what I need to do.”

These were the little moments that Taeil enjoyed with you. Just standing in the bathroom applying color to your hair while you asked him about how he was feeling. You always made it a point to ask him about his mental because you know how draining his job can be.

YUTA: he was gone most of the day while you were busy with your hair. You would send him pictures letting him know how the progress was going and taking slight breaks when needed. You decided to surprise your boyfriend when he got home. Yuta once had a style where he had white hair with blue streaks and you wanted to recreate that.

You styled your locs in this cute little style with two ponytails and a side bang.

When you hear Yuta come into the apartment, you call for him to come to the bathroom. You were in the middle of doing your baby hairs.

“Oh wow.” he said. “Blue and white? Reminds of a color I had.”

“You were my inspo boy.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” you turned fully to look at Yuta.

He was busy checking out your new style. “This style is cute,” he said. “My hair is sort of long enough. Let's match styles.”

“You for real?”

“I want to look cute too, girl.” Yuta winks at you.

HAECHAN: “Just say you want to be my twin, y/n.” he teases you, poking you in your side while you're trying to apply dye to your locs.

“I really don't haechan.”

“Then why are you dying your hair blue like mine.”

“first off, my blue is a different shade than yours.”

“Still blue, y/n.”

“Electric blue.”

“Okay?” he poked you again. “Like I said, still blue.”

“Why are you annoying me while I'm trying to do my hair?”

“Cause I'm bored and If I don't annoy you I'll die.”

“Go die in the corner.”

“Y/n if I did die you'll be sobbing your pretty little eyes out.”

“Nah. Now go die.”

“No.” he poked you repeatedly until you burst out laughing getting hair dye on you and him. “Are you going to style the locs?”

“I was thinking of doing a simple, classic back ponytail.”

“Mmm.”

“What?”

“Oh, nothing.” he smirks.

“Nah, I hear it in your voice there is something.”

“You're gonna have your locs pulled back. Maybe we can do something.”

“Something like what, Haechan?”

“It has job in it.”

“Oh, boy hell nah.”

JUNGWOO: You were sitting between Jungwoo legs as he helped you style your locs. You wanted a side ponytail and jungwoo was oddly good at doing them, he even could lay your baby hairs too. Your locs were midnight blue. Your boyfriend helped with picking the color since you really couldn't decide between sea foam green or midnight blue. Midnight blue was the winner.

“Okay, all done!” Jungwoo gives you the hand mirror.

“The retwist and style got me feeling fresh.” you turned your side to side in the mirror. “You did your thang. The color is so pretty on me too!”

Jungwoo smiles feeling proud of himself. “Yeah, I did that!” he pulls out his phone. “Here, let me take pictures. I have to show you off to the guys.”

“Don't. They may fall in love with my beauty.” you say all dramatically making your boyfriend laugh.

“How many times can a person fall in love with the same person? Cause honestly I've fallen in love you with you so many times.”

“Oh, really?” you tilt your head back to look at Jungwoo.

He smiles at you, bringing his face down closer to yours. “Really.” jungwoo softly whispered. “I never want to stop falling in love with you, y/n.”

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Maybe you can

He saw you again at a Bureau function, your presence impossible to ignore. You were the center of attention, laughing, engaging, alive. Something about your energy drew him in, despite his better judgment. "Jaehyun," you greeted him, your tone teasing, "still playing the cold, untouchable agent, I see." He raised an eyebrow. "And you're still as infuriating as ever." You smiled, a real, genuine smile that seemed to thaw something inside him. "Good to see you too." Against his will, he found himself drawn into conversation with you. The initial hostility between you had transformed into a sharp, playful banter. He hated how much he enjoyed it, how much he wanted to be near you. --- One late night, you were both working in the Bureau, the silence of the empty halls only broken by the soft hum of machinery. Jaehyun was reviewing files when he saw you passing by, a look of frustration on your face. "Problem?" he asked, surprising even himself. You sighed, running a hand through your hair. "Just some paperwork. Nothing I can't handle." He stood up, walking over to you. "Let me see." For a moment, you seemed taken aback, but you handed him the file. Your hands brushed, a spark of electricity passing between you. As he read through the documents, you watched him, your expression softening. "Thanks," you said quietly. He nodded, handing the file back. "Anytime." As you walked away, Jaehyun realized that something had indeed changed in him. He still found you infuriating, challenging, maddening. But now, there was a warmth to those feelings, a desire to be near you, to understand you. He had always believed no one could meet his standards, that no one was in his league. But you, with your fire and defiance, had proven him wrong. And as much as he hated you for disrupting his orderly world, he wanted you in it, more than anything. Jaehyun watched you disappear down the corridor, a small, genuine smile playing on his lips. For the first time in his life, the prophecy he had set for himself seemed less certain, and he was more than willing to embrace the unknown with you by his side.

[winwinboo]

ty soft hours

You move swiftly in the kitchen, cleaning up while the muffins are still in the oven, hands still wet from washing the dishes and a soft tune playing on your phone. you don't get startled when lean arms wrap themselves around your middle. It's natural actually, like second nature you lean into Taeyong's embrace, his head fitting perfectly on the crook of your neck. 

“Thought you were sleeping” you break the silence, head leaning into his, he breathes softly before speaking “I wanted to be around you” It's intimate,  not a single ounce of shame in his tone, it's love.

Taeyong is love in every word, every hug, laugh, kiss, every meal cooked and little pick me ups from your favorite coffee shop, he’s love in the form of a person. Love in a way you never thought you would be able to have, maybe deserve it… but he loves you naturally, loud or quiet, softly, tender and meaningfully.

It's my first time posting on this account im kinda nervous tbh

[zeroseuniverse]

Bad Neighbor Boy

Word Count:632 Summary: And that realization? That was even more annoying than all his antics combined. Pairing: Haechan X reader

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You were convinced that Lee Donghyuck—better known as Haechan—had been put on this Earth solely to test your patience.

Ever since he moved in next door, it had been one thing after another. First, there was his terrible habit of blasting music late at night, which led to a heated argument in the hallway at 2 AM. Then, there was the time he “accidentally” stole your package, swearing he thought it was his, only to hand it back days later with a smug grin and a finger heart. And let’s not even talk about the passive-aggressive notes you two had exchanged over things as ridiculous as thermostat settings and the shared laundry room.

But today? Today took the cake.

You stood at your door, holding a package that had very clearly been meant for him. Except, instead of some dumb gadget or questionable impulse purchase, it was your grocery delivery—his grocery delivery—which you had already started unpacking without realizing it wasn’t yours.

The horror dawned on you as you pulled out a carton of oat milk (you hated oat milk) and a brand of cereal you would never, ever buy.

“Ugh, of course,” you groaned, slapping a hand to your forehead.

Just as you debated whether you could pretend this never happened, your doorbell rang. With a resigned sigh, you swung it open to reveal Haechan, leaning against the doorframe with his signature infuriating smirk.

“Let me guess,” he drawled, eyes flicking to the grocery bag still in your arms. “Realized your mistake?”

You sighed. “I don’t know why I expected to get away with it.”

“Because you secretly love making my life miserable?” he shot back.

You rolled your eyes and shoved the bag at him. “Here. I didn’t touch anything. Much.”

Haechan peeked inside before raising a brow. “Did you—Did you eat my strawberries?”

Your silence was enough.

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Unbelievable! You complain about me being a bad neighbor, and yet you’re out here stealing my food?”

You groaned. “I’ll buy you new strawberries.”

“Oh, you bet you will,” he said, stepping forward. “In fact, you’re coming with me right now.”

“What?”

“To the store. You owe me.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but before you could, he had already started walking, fully expecting you to follow. And somehow, you did.

It wasn’t until you were halfway down the street, side by side, that you realized something strange: Haechan wasn’t being entirely insufferable.

In fact… he was kind of funny.

The way he narrated the grocery trip like it was a dramatic reality show, making a huge deal out of selecting the “best” strawberries, was oddly entertaining. The way he wiggled his eyebrows at you when you scoffed at his cereal choice—borderline endearing. And when he casually mentioned that he’d actually started adjusting his music volume so you wouldn’t yell at him, you found yourself staring at him a little too long.

Maybe—just maybe—Haechan wasn’t as terrible as you had always thought.

And that realization? That was even more annoying than all his antics combined.

The walk back felt different, lighter. You noticed the way his shoulder occasionally bumped yours, how he exaggerated his dramatic sighs just to get you to roll your eyes. When you reached your apartment doors, Haechan hesitated, eyeing you with a mischievous glint.

“You know,” he said, twirling a strawberry between his fingers, “I wouldn’t mind if you stole my food more often.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Oh, so now you’re encouraging bad neighbor behavior?”

He grinned, popping the strawberry into his mouth. “Only if it means I get to keep dragging you to the store.”

You hated the warmth creeping up your neck. But the worst part? You didn’t hate the idea as much as you should have.

[yutassimp]

amg faria um fluffy dos jaeten trisal com a sn? Ai eles seriam papais de menininhos

Oioi! Mas é claro, está aqui!! Acabou que não ficou totalmente fluff porque sou dramática (se quiser outro mais fofo me diz que eu faço okay), mas espero que goste de qualquer maneira!! Muito obrigada pelo pedido <3

Imagine (Jaeten) - Sorry!

Personagens: leitora!feminina x marido!Jaehyun x marido!Ten

Gênero: fluff, leve angst

Avisos: crianças sendo meio doidas; os três fazem parte de um trisal, se não gosta por favor não leia!!

N/A: Meu primeiro post aqui! Espero que gostem, e me desculpa por qualquer erro, ou se acharem ruim, prometo melhorar <3

Se alguém lhe dissesse há dez anos atrás que você um dia teria uma família feliz, com não apenas dois filhos lindos, felizes e saudáveis, mas também dois maridos lindos, felizes, e saudáveis, você provavelmente riria na cara da pessoa. Mas a vida às vezes dá viravoltas, e você não poderia estar mais feliz do que está atualmente.

Porém, mesmo que você estivesse vivendo a vida dos seu sonhos, ainda assim ás vezes ela era difícil, para dizer o mínimo. Afinal, viver em uma casa com mais quatro homens que, apesar de você amar mais do que tudo, ainda são homens, não é uma tarefa fácil. E por este e outros motivos você estava nesse momento tendo que assumir o papel de mãe chata e dramática que dá bronca em todos.

“Eu pedi uma única coisa pra vocês todos, só uma!” Você disse, tentando não gritar mas falhando. “Tinham apenas que conseguir cuidar de si mesmos por um final de semana, um único final de semana, para eu poder ficar em paz com a minha mãe no hospital!” Você sentiu um nó se formas na sua garganta, e sabia que estava prestes a chorar, por isso decidiu encerrar logo seu discurso antes que perdesse a postura. “Mas parece que vocês gostam de me levar ao limite! Eu sinceramente tenho medo do que pode acontecer com essa família caso alguma coisa aconteça comigo!” Disse, se virando para sair de casa.

“Amor… não diz isso.” O Ten, um de seus maridos, disse, segurando o seu pulso de forma delicada.

“A gente sente muito mamãe…” O Hajoon, seu filho caçula, que tem 6 anos, disse logo em seguida, se prendendo a sua cintura e também quase chorando. Porém, por mais que isso partisse o seu coração, você soltou-se dos dois, se afastando.

“Eu preciso respirar um pouco.” Disse, já com a voz fraca, saindo de casa. “Tentem não piorar as coisas até eu voltar.”

Os quatro ficaram observando você sair pela porta, sabendo que não deveriam mais interferir. Assim que a porta fechou, no entanto, os dois que tentaram te parar viraram furiosos para os que até então estavam quietos.

“Por que você não falou nada pra mamãe, Hyung?” O caçula disse para o Seojun, seu filho mais velho, que tem 9 anos, e teria sido fofa a carinha de bravo dele, se as circunstancias fossem outras.

“É, por que não falaram nada para a mamãe?” O Ten disse, dirigindo um olhar duro para o Jaehyun, seu outro marido, que apenas suspirou em resposta, passando o braço pelo ombro do filho mais velho, que estava visivelmente chateado também e o puxando para perto.

“Desculpa…” Disse o Seojun, olhando para baixo.

“Vocês viram ela, não ia adiantar de nada falarmos qualquer coisa agora…” O Jaehyun falou, e o Ten suspirou, passando as mãos pelo rosto e se jogando no sofá. “A gente errou feio…”

“Têm certeza que conseguem cuidar de tudo?” Você disse, pegando as suas chaves do carro. “Ainda dá tempo de eu ligar para o meu irmão e pedir para ele ir no meu lugar…”

“Relaxa jagi… não confia na gente?” O Jaehyun perguntou, te dando um selinho, e você apenas ergueu uma sobrancelha em resposta.

“Vamos ficar bem.” O Ten disse, rindo e também lhe dando um selinho. “Pode ir e cuidar da sua mãe… e se precisar de nós, é só ligar.”

Você apenas concordou em resposta, e logo saiu de casa, após se despedir dos pequenos. A verdade é que estava com o coração na mão de ficar longe pelo maior período que já ficou longe da sua família toda assim, mas a sua outra parte da família precisava mais de você no momento. A sua mãe tinha sofrido um acidente de carro, que não foi fatal, mas ainda assim os assustou muito. Ela precisava que alguém ficasse com ela durante o final de semana, e você logo se prontificou para isso, querendo estar ao lado dela em um momento tão difícil.

“Eu disse que pode ir pra casa, filha… os meninos devem estar precisando de você…” Sua mãe disse, te observando olhar nervosa para o telefone. Era sexta-feira à noite, faziam apenas três horas que estava no hospital, mas já estava inquieta.

“Não, não vou sair mãe, estou aqui para cuidar de você hoje.” Você se levantou de onde estava, andando até ela e ajeitando um pouco os travesseiros em que estava encostada. “Eu só estou com um mal pressentimento… mas deve ser porque nunca fiz isso antes, tenho certeza de que eles estão bem.” Sorriu.

E de fato, eles estavam. Pelo menos at�� aquele momento.

Durante a noite tudo ocorreu de forma tranquila. Todos cozinharam juntos o jantar, jogaram um jogo de tabuleiro enquanto tomavam sorvete como sobremesa, e logo estavam todos em seus quartos, prontos para dormir.

“Nem está sendo tão difícil cuidar deles, não sei porque a S/N estava tão preocupada…” O Jaehyun disse, se deitando do seu lado da cama enquanto observava o Ten terminar sua Skin Care.

“É… mas devo admitir, as coisas estão estranhamente tranquilas, até quando ela está aqui eles não são bonzinhos assim… não lembro a última vez que eles passaram uma noite inteira sem brigar desse jeito.” Guardou o último produto que tinha usado, indo até a cama e se deitando também.

“É verdade…” O mais novo respondeu. “Mas talvez seja saudades da S/N, ou preocupação com a avó deles…” Terminou, apagando a luz e se ajeitando para dormir.

“Espero que sim…” O Ten completou, fazendo o mesmo.

Como já era de se esperar, a calmaria acabou de forma rápida. Na verdade foi logo pela manhã do dia seguinte que o caos começou. E quando eu digo caos, é de forma genuína.

“O que houve?” O Ten disse, ainda meio tonto de sono, entrando no quarto dos meninos, e sendo seguido pelo Jaehyun logo atrás.

“O Hajoon vomitou na minha cama!” O Seojun disse, nervoso, olhando para o mais novo que estava acuado na prórpria cama.

“Eita que nojo.” O Jaehyun disse, mas logo se prontificou em ir tirar a roupa de cama suja e a levar para o lado de fora, enquanto o Ten se aproximava do pequeno.

“Você tá passando mal?” Ele perguntou, se sentando do lado dele e colocando a mão em sua testa, para ver a temperatura. “Que estranho, não comemos nada fora do normal ontem…”

“Acho que foram os doces que o Seojun Hyung me deu…” Ele falou antes mesmo de raciocinar o que tinha dito, fazendo o mais velho já o olhar bravo.

“Fica quieto, Hajoon!” Ele gritou, bem no momento em que o Jaehyun entrou, já olhando estranho para a situação.

“Não fala assim com o seu irmão, ele tá doente.” Falou, sendo cortado pelo Ten, que se levantou, nervoso.

“Ele não está doente, eles comeram doce escondido…” Suspirou, olhando para o mais velho. “Por que fez isso? Se quisesse alguma coisa era só pedir… sabem que não podem comer as coisas sem limites, exatamente para não acontecer isso aqui.” O Ten terminou, e o seu parceiro concordou.

“Nada teria acontecido se não fosse por esse bebê chorão!” Ele falou, apontando para o mais novo, que logo se levantou para se defender.

“Eu não sou bebê chorão.” Ele disse, apesar de começar a chorar logo em seguida.

O que aconteceu em seguida foi de uma rapidez absurda. Em um instante, eles viam os seus dois filhos brigarem cada um de um lado do quarto. E, no instante seguinte, havia um pequeno bolo de crianças no chão do quarto, brigando e rolando de um lado para o outro. É claro que os seus maridos foram rápidos em separar os meninos, mas infelizmente não rápidos o suficiente.

“Aaaaii!” Ele ouviram um grito agonizante vir do mais velho que fez com que todos paralisassem por um instante. “Meu braço! O Hajoon caiu no meu braço, papai tá doendo.” Ele caiu no choro, e logo ambos os pais estavam o acudindo de forma desesperada.

“Pega o carro e coloca o Hajoon lá, eu vou pegar as coisas do Seojun e já vou lá com ele também.” O Ten disse, já se levantando, e o Jaehyun concordou, pegando o mais novo no colo, que logo também começou a chorar.

“Pai, eu machuquei o Hyung? Ele vai morrer?” O pequeno disse, aos prantos, enquanto era colocado no carro, enquanto o Ten fazia o mesmo do outro lado do banco.

“Não, ninguém vai morrer.” O Jae disse. “Mas você machucou o seu irmão sim…” Prendeu o conto no caçula, que logo se virou para o mais velho.

“Me desculpa Hyung, foi sem querer…” Ele disse, visivelmente chateado.

“Não tem nada pra dizer pro seu irmão, Seojun?” O Ten disse, já se sentando no banco da frente.

“Tudo bem…” O mais velho respondeu, apesar de estar olhando para o lado de fora da janela enquanto o carro saía. “E, me desculpa por te fazer passar mal…”

“Tudo bem, eu te perdoo.” O mais novo respondeu, com um leve sorriso, fazendo os dois homens na frente sorrirem um para o outro também.

”Ué, que estranho…” Você disse, olhando para o seu celular, e fazendo a sua mão tirar a atenção do programa que assistia na tela do seu notebook. “Recebi uma mensagem do convênio dizendo que o Seojun deu entrada aqui no hospital…”

“Será que foi engano?” Sua mãe questionou, e você de ombros, fazendo ela voltar a falar depois de ficar em silêncio por alguns instantes. “Talvez seja melhor ir verificar… se qualquer forma, se for engano, você já pode resolver.”

Você acabou por concordar, garantindo que estaria de volta assim que possível. Infelizmente isso acabou demorando mais do que o esperado.

Você foi até a área da emergência, lugar onde o erro parecia ter cometido, mas assim que colocou os pés lá percebeu que não era um erro.

“Ai meu Deus, o que vocês estão fazendo aqui?” Você falou, assim que avistou os seu dois maridos sentados em umas cadeiras.

“Merda…” O Ten falou, baixinho. “Não tinha dito que ela tava no outro hospital?” Ele sussurrou nervos para o Jaehyun.

“Acho que confundi…” Ele respondeu, igualmente baixo, bem a tempo de você chegar neles.

“O que aconteceu com o Seojun?” Você disse, mas mal foi possível dar uma chance para eles responderem, porque logo sentiu um par de bracinhos rodar a sua cintura.

“Mamãe!” O seu filho caçula, e você se virou apenas para se deparar com o seu mais velho com o braço totalmente engessado, e um olhar desesperado. Ah, mas você ia matar os seus maridos.

“E se a gente comprar um presente pra mamãe?” O Hajoon disse, amuado no colo do Ten, que apenas suspirou em resposta.

“Sua mãe não quer presente… ela só queria que a gente tivesse ficado bem para ela poder cuidar da vovó…” Disse, de forma doce, e o pequeno concordou.

“E se a gente pedir ajuda da vovó?” Foi a vez do mais velho falar, abrindo a boca pela primeira vez desde que você tinha ido embora, e pegando todos de surpresa.

“Continue…” O Jaehyun disse, se aproximando dele e se sentando ao seu lado.

“A vovó é a única pessoa que a mamãe vai ouvir agora… se a gente falar para a vovó que estamos arrependidos de verdade, ela talvez possa convencer a mamãe a ficar menos brava com a gente.” Ele falou, e o restante concordou com a cabeça.

“O tio de vocês me disse que vai ficar com a vovó essa noite, então a S/N provavelmente vai voltar pra casa de qualquer jeito…” O Jaehyun acrescentou, também recebendo um aceno de todos, que já começavam a compreender o que deveria ser feito.

“Têm certeza que não querem que eu fique?” Você perguntou para sua mãe e seu irmão. “Não é como se eu estivesse com muita vontade de voltar para casa de qualquer maneira…” Suspirou, e sua família se entreolhou.

“Pode ficar tranquila, gatinha.” Seu irmão disse, se levantando e andando até a porta. “Eu cuido da mamãe… vou só dar uma passadinha no refeitório e já estou de volta.” Ele falou, dando um aceno de cabeça para sua mãe, ato que passou despercebido por você.

“Filha…” Sua mãe disse, assim que ficaram sozinhas. “Lembra quando me disse pela primeira vez que estava namorando o Ten e o Jaehyun?” Você franziu o cenho, mas concordou com a cabeça de qualquer maneira. “Lembro até hoje que quase infartei na época, mas logo isso passou porque eu sabia que, apesar de tudo, você estava em boas mãos.” Você começou a imaginar onde ela iria chegar, mas deixou que terminasse de qualquer maneira. “Afinal quem melhor para cuidar da minha filha do que as duas pessoas que sempre a traziam bêbada, mas em segurança para casa quando você decidia encher a cara nos finais de semana?” Você riu de leve. “Ou os dois que te acharam em horas depois que fugiu de casa por ter brigado comigo, e te trouxe de volta também em segurança? Ou ainda os dois que fizeram questão de me buscar ás três e meia da manhã enquanto estava em trabalho de parto porque sabiam o quanto você me queria lá?”

“Tá tá… já entendi…” Você suspirou, e sua mãe riu de leve.

“Acidentes acontecem, S/N… mas nem sempre eles são um erro.” Você a olhou. “Olha você e seu irmão!” Dessa vez você riu alto, e sua mãe se juntou à você. “Você sabe que eles são bons pais… e também que se esforçam muito para todos vocês… seja menos dura com eles.”

Você suspirou, se levantando da cadeira onde estava e se aproximando da sua mãe, a dando um abraço carinhoso, mas delicado para não a machucar.

“Você está certa, mãe… eu vou lá ver os meus meninos.” Você disse, sorrindo e se afastando.

Você ficou alguns minutos dentro do carro, quando chegou em casa. Pensando sobre como poderia se desculpar por ter sido tão grossa com todos mais cedo. A verdade é que tinha se arrependido de tudo o que tinha falado no minuto em que saiu da porta, mas sabia que ainda assim estava nervosa demais para lidar com eles na hora. Agora, porém, era diferente.

O que a sua mãe tinha falado te afetou mesmo. E você não é idiota, viu que ela estava trocando mensagens com o Ten e que eles pediram para ela falar com você, mas, ainda assim… ela estava certa. Os seus maridos sempre estiveram ao seu lado, nos seus erros e acertos, e ainda assim você virou as costas para eles quando estavam com problemas.

Suspirou mais uma vez, encostando a testa no volante por alguns segundos, ainda pensando em qual poderia ser a melhor maneira de falar com eles. Mas os seus pensamentos foram cortados por uma batidinha no vidro da janela.

“Seojun?” Disse, vendo o seu filho mais velho do outro lado, e logo sentindo o seu peito apertar ao ver o braço dele machucado, e se lembrar de como foi cruel com eles mesmo assim. Por isso, não demorou para sair do veículo, e o puxar para si, com cuidado para não o machucar ainda mais.

“Você tá bem, mãe?” Ele perguntou, e você se afastou um pouco, o olhando nos olhos.

“Claro que sim meu amor… quem deveria estar fazendo essa pergunta aqui sou eu, olha só pra você…” Disse, passando a mão pelo gesso, mas dando um leve sorriso ao ver que o caçula e os seus maridos já haviam o rabiscado.

“Mãe…” Ele disse, parecendo envergonhado. “Tudo o que aconteceu foi culpa minha… por favor, não fica brava com o Hajoon e os papais…” Você podia ouvir a vozinha dele começar a falhar, o que fez com que se abaixasse e segurasse o seu pequeno rosto para que olhasse para você.

“Não foi culpa de ninguém, meu amor… e não se preocupe, eu não estou brava.”

“Não?” Ele perguntou genuinamente surpreso, te fazendo rir.

“Não… eu amo demais meus meninos pra ficar longe por tanto tempo.” Respondeu, o dando um beijo na bochecha no momento em que a porta da garagem abriu, dando lugar à um Jaehyun visivelmente desesperado.

“Seojun?” Ele gritou, à procura do filho, mas congelou assim que te viu ali. “S/N?” Ele falou mais leve, correndo até você e te puxando para um abraço instantaneamente, mas se soltou pouco tempo depois, um pouco envergonhado. “Desculpa… sei que está brava, mas eu…”

“Tá tudo bem…” Riu de leve, se aproximando e o dando um selinho. “Eu também estava com saudade.”

“Eca!” Você ouviu um coro de três vozes, sorrindo quando viu o seu outro marido e seus dois filhos bem atrás do Jaehyun.

“Até parece que não quer um também…” Você disse, depositando um leve beijo também nos lábios do Ten, e causando mais um coro de ecas.

“Ainda bem que voltou.” O Ten disse, enquanto observava você abraçar o caçula. “Eu sei que pisamos na bola, mas a gente promete que isso nunca mais vai acontecer…” Você podia ver o arrependimento no rosto de todos eles, o que fez o seu coração doer mais uma vez.

“Se tem alguém que precisa se desculpar, esse alguém sou eu… vocês claramente precisavam de mim, e eu os deixei sozinhos e preocupados… me desculpem…” Assim que terminou de falar foi coberta por quatro pares de braços, o que te fez rir. Era bom estar de volta em casa.

“Vai logo mãe!” O Seojun disse, rindo do quão perfeccionista você estava sendo com a assinatura do gesso dele. “Desse jeito quando acabar meu osso já vai estar curado.”

“Ei!" Disse, ofendida, mas sem conseguir segurar uma risada, que foi acompanhada pelo restante da família.

“Okay, vão ser duas pizzas, uma de quatro queijos e uma de calabresa, certo?” O Ten, que estava procurando algo para pedirem pela internet, perguntou, e vocês concordaram.

“Pronto!” Disse, orgulhosa do seu desenho no braço do seu filho, que apesar das reclamações também pareceu ter gostado.

“A gente não vai pedir sobremesa?” O seu caçula perguntou, fazendo todo mundo o olhar indignado. “Eu tava só perguntando…” Ele fez um biquinho, se escondendo atrás do Jaehyun no sofá, que logo o puxou para o colo quando todos começaram a rir.

“Acho que �� melhor evitar doces por um tempo, filho.” O Jae disse.

“É, seu irmão tem só mais um braço, não vai ser bom quebrar ele também…” Você falou, fazendo todos rirem mais uma vez.

“Ei!” O Seojun disse, assim como você mais cedo, e você o puxou para um abraço apertado, que ele lutou contra com todas as suas forças, mas acabou cedendo.

“Ah é…” Você disse, de repente, chamando a atenção de todos. “O que foi que vocês disseram para a minha mãe?” Seus maridos se entreolharam com um sorriso, já sabendo que você descobriria.

“A gente pediu para ela dizer para você vir buscar alguma coisa aqui em casa, pra gente poder tentar se desculpar com você.” O Jaehyun disse.

“Só isso?” Franziu o cenho, recebendo um aceno positivo de cabeça dos dois.

“Sim, pode pegar meu celular pra ver, se quiser.” O Ten disse, dando de ombros. “Por que?” Dessa vez foi a vez dele franzir o cenho.

“Por nada não…” Disse, sorrindo de forma despreocupada, o que foi o suficiente.

É, a sua mãe de fato estava certa. Aqueles dois te amavam muito mais do que você se dava conta.

[lovesuhng]

you got me confused

w.c: 1.1k um pouco sugestivo, angst

Depois de um dia cansativo, tudo o que você queria era tomar um banho e dormir sem mais preocupações, mas esse plano foi destruído por uma mensagem.

“Preciso te ver hoje. Chego em 15 minutos”

Você não conseguia ignorar o seu melhor amigo, Hyuck.

A relação de vocês era bastante confusa. Se conheciam desde os tempos de escola, mais precisamente desde o primeiro ano do ensino médio e nunca se desgrudaram. Foram para a mesma universidade e foi aí que as coisas mudaram um pouco. 

Hyuck sempre teve foi carismático. Usando suas palavras, “flertava com qualquer coisa que se movia”. Ele foi ficando mais popular, mais querido por todos, mas, com você, ele era o mesmo Hyuck do ensino médio, só que numa versão bem mais atraente.

Até que chegou o dia que vocês ficaram pela primeira vez em uma calourada da universidade. O que vocês tinham prometido que só iria acontecer aquela vez, acabou acontecendo mais uma, duas, três, incontáveis vezes e um dia, você parou na cama de Hyuck no dormitório.

A partir desse dia, fizeram um acordo: nada de sentimentos envolvidos.

De melhores amigos, viraram amigos coloridos. Para você estava tudo certo, mesmo que às vezes sentisse que estava confundindo os sentimentos, sabia que sempre seria amiga do homem, mas você não sabia o que ele realmente sentia por você.

E lá estava ele, estupidamente pontual, na porta do seu apartamento, lançando aquele sorriso quando você abriu a porta, dando passagem para que ele entrasse.

“Queria me ver porque?”

“Esse é o jeito de receber seu melhor amigo?” Disse ele enquanto te seguia a caminho da cozinha.

“Você deve tá querendo alguma coisa…” Você se apoiou na mesa, olhando para o homem. “Anda, fala logo”.

“Sério, não quero nada, só senti a sua falta.” Você queria encontrar algum sinal de ironia na voz dele, mas aparentemente ele estava falando sério.

“Ah, pensei que tinha sido rejeitado por alguma de suas peguetes”

“IIIIH, qual foi? Tá com ciúmes?” Hyuck disse se aproximando, colocando as mãos em sua cintura e te puxando para perto dele.

“Aham, com certeza.” Disse em um tom de ironia. Tentou empurrar o amigo, mas isso só fez com que ele grudasse ainda mais o seu corpo no dele. Então, Hyuck se aproximou do seu pescoço e começou a depositar alguns beijinhos no local, fazendo com que você se arrepiasse com o toque dele.

“Tive um dia tão ruim, só queria um beijinho da minha melhor amiga.” O moreno disse então continuava com os beijos.

“Você não presta né?

“E você não consegue viver sem mim.”

E começou um beijo intenso, o que não era novidade para vocês. Hyuck fazia um carinho gostoso na sua cintura, enquanto você bagunçava o cabelo macio do seu amigo.

Quando se separaram para recuperar o ar, ele aproveitou para te puxar pela mão e te levar para o seu quarto, já que sabia o caminho perfeitamente. 

O quarto estava apenas iluminado pela luz da lua cheia que entrava pela janela. O homem aproveitou para te observar depois que fechou a porta. Te olhava como quisesse decorar cada detalhe do seu rosto, como se você fosse a obra de arte mais importante de um artista super renomado. 

“O que foi?” Você disse, esperando que ele fosse fazer algum tipo de piada como sempre. Mas, ele se aproximou, colocou uma mecha do seu cabelo atrás da orelha e vez um carinho gostoso no seu rosto. 

“Você é tão linda”

E foi naquele momento que você percebeu que tinha algo diferente no olhar do seu melhor amigo. 

Não demorou muito para que vocês voltassem a se beijar, mas dessa vez, era um beijo doce, calmo, diferente dos outros. Era tudo muito confuso, mas você não achou estranho.

Sem separar o beijo, Hyuck foi te deitando delicadamente na cama, ficando por cima de você. Ele estava sendo muito delicado ao te beijar naquele momento. 

As mãos dele passeavam pelas suas coxas, enquanto as suas começaram a percorrer as costas do homem, levantando a camisa dele ao mesmo tempo, separaram o beijo para que ele pudesse tirá-la e você fez o mesmo com a sua blusa, ficando apenas de sutiã.

Hyuck começou a beijar o seu colo, passando pelo seu ombro, indo em direção ao seu pescoço, era um dos lugares onde ele mais gostava de te beijar. Você dava leves puxões nos cabelos da nuca do seu amigo, era um sinal de que estava gostando do que ele estava fazendo. Em um movimento repentino, você fez o homem se deitar, ficando sobre ele. Estava sentada perto de uma área perigosa, conseguia sentir a excitação do seu melhor amigo. Foi a sua vez de retribuir os beijos que começaram pelo abdômen, passando pelo peitoral e chegando no pescoço. 

Hyuck dava uns gemidos roucos, te puxando para que você pudesse sentir o que estava causando dele, isso te fez sorrir porque era exatamente aquela reação que você queria dele. 

E foi no meio daqueles gemidos que você escutou o que mais temia:

“Eu te amo”

Você parou tudo o que estava fazendo e olhou com os olhos arregalados para o homem com quem estava prestes a ter uma noite de sexo casual. Hyuck também percebeu o que tinha acontecido. As três palavras mais temidas tinham saído de sua boca. Ele tentava falar algo, mas estava mudo. Não conseguia raciocinar o que falar.

Você saiu de cima dele e procurou a blusa para vesti-la novamente.

“Desculpa… eu…”

“Você prometeu que isso não iria acontecer.” Disse andando de um lado para o outro visivelmente nervosa com o que tinha acontecido.

“Deixa eu me explicar…” Hyuck disse indo em sua direção tentando te acalmar.

“Explicar o que? Você prometeu que ia ser só algo casual, que nunca ia se apaixonar por mim”

“E eu posso controlar isso?” Ele aumentou o tom da voz, nunca tinha falado assim com você. Então, ele respirou fundo e continuou de uma maneira mais calma. “Não era difícil eu me apaixonar. Você é a pessoa que está comigo sempre e que me entende como ninguém. Será que você também não sente nada a mais por mim?”

Ele estava prestes a chorar e você odiava ver seu amigo assim. Mas, não sabia o que fazer.

“Não sei. Você me deixa confusa!” Disse passando a mão pelo rosto, totalmente frustrada. “Eu preciso pensar, por favor, me deixa sozinha.”

“Mas eu…”

“Por favor Hyuck, vai pra casa…”

Ele pegou a camisa dele, que estava jogada em algum canto do seu quarto, vestiu e foi em sua direção.

“Tudo bem, eu vou, mas fique sabendo que nada vai mudar o que sinto por você. Te amo”

E saiu, te deixando para no meio do seu quarto. Foi só quando você escutou a porta da sala se fechar que as lágrimas começaram a sair de seus olhos e percorrer o seu rosto.

Queria poder correr atrás dele e dizer que também o amava.

Ao mesmo tempo que sentia amor, sentia medo de se entregar.

A verdade é que você não entendia muito bem os seus sentimentos quando o assunto era o seu melhor amigo. 

Era assim que Hyuck te deixava, confusa.

[heavenstocharlee]

Winterbreak // m.lee

Characters: Mark Lee x gender neutral!reader Category: angst / fluff if you squint Word count: 500+ (first poetic blurb!) Song inspiration: Winterbreak by MUNA

Writer’s notes: I am coming out of retirement and posting this blurb I wrote solely because the song reignited my love for writing. It was exciting to write in a more poetic style than usual, and I hope you appreciate it! More life updates soon, but for now bon appetit!

Just as the snow on your windowsill slowly melts, you observe time fracture through bits of fleeting moments. The cold never struck you in such a way as it did. More so than ever before, you felt the winter breeze emanating from the drywalls of your apartment into the warm comfort of your epidermis. The break was not supposed to be this long, you thought. The tugging exchanges between you and Mark lasted for eons, and now numbness fills the spaces between each thread of tension.

You always knew you'd find your way back to him. "One more try." But the winter winds convince you otherwise. 

You and Mark were well aware of the reparations for parting ways. The consequences, however, outweighed the benefits. The break was transparent, and every day it was a struggle to stay still. You desperately depend on the ice beneath your feet to keep you afloat.

You haven't seen Mark since last winter break. A little over a year of hearts moving farther, albeit your love growing fonder. The last memory you shared with Mark consisted of you picking up clothes scattered across the floor and slowly making your way onto the freezing front porch. He wants to walk you home, but you refuse. Tears then started to trickle down his face, indicating that it was over this time. Despite all the bones in your body wanting to wipe all his tears away, you left his residence. His warmth. 

You broke Mark's heart. 

This love was just not fitting at the moment; the love the both of you won't get right. No matter how hard you try.

Habits were hard to break. Your soul respond to each other like the ebb and flow of glacier lakes. Turquoise in color—organic, bright, and untouchable. Ethereally calm in some days, raging in others. But every time his lips parted and his eyes were filled with painful aches, it was all just covering up what was lying underneath. Despite knowing every single thing, it was not going to fix anything. It was not going to repair the cracks or turn back the clock of what was once more. 

"One more try." You often muttered when even a hint of longingness prevailed on your mind. Constantly, until you were sick of it and had to truly just let go. From days to weeks, and now a year. The calendar has turned a new leaf, and all of the frost reminds you of the warmth you once had. 

Would it be different this time? 

You both know you won't get it right. 

Will the winter winds carry you into a change of mind? 

You both know that the trial season is over. 

Magnetic, isn't it? 

Like a force dragging you to greener pastures, as the thin ice resurfaces the underlying intentions.

One text message you send to Mark responds in tentative ellipses. To continue.  To hope. 

You make your way onto the bridge that you once held your memories on. As the vapor out of your mouth comes into existence on that coldest day of the year, you admire winter in its full glory. This time up close and personal, far from childish admiration.

With light and warm footsteps, you hear Mark making his way over to you.

Still, you both know.  This time, alas, it is right. 

[belikejk]

The frat au is honestly so amazing, like I read everything for frat!Jaehyun and now there’s a whole this for frat!johnny and it’s GOLD

fool for you

fratboy!Johnny x f!reader

summary: Johnny has decided that enough is enough! He can’t stop thinking about you and he needs to do something about it! Well… it’s so much easier said than done

word count: 4.4k

warnings: profanity

a/n: fic is set in our new and beloved, fratboy!Johnny universe and will chronologically follow after this post! and oh my gosh yes! stop pestering me! I did name this after linger by the cranberries!

divider creds to roseraris <3

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Johnny wasn’t sure that he’d ever felt this restless in his whole life. How is it that his life had gone from normal, boring, standard, to a complete mess simply because he’d talked to you? You, the girl he hadn’t so much as spoken more than two minutes with him in the years that he first saw you and now you lived in his head! He couldn’t stop thinking about you, he constantly hoped he’d see you again on campus, he wished you’d come to the house again. 

He didn’t think he’d ever been this infatuated before. He felt like a kid with a crush all over again. He wasn’t like any of the stereotypical frat guys who jumped from girl to girl. No, Johnny was more of a boyfriend kid of guy and he hadn’t had a relationship since he and his high school girlfriend ended things before going to opposite end of the country for college. Was it so bad that he wanted a timeless love like his parents? Was it so bad that he wanted to find his other half? The person who would know him better than anyone else and love him for who he was.

Less than an hour spent together and you had completely taken over his thoughts. When would he see you again? What was your favorite color? What was your favorite class? Did you like him as much as he liked you? He sure hoped you did.

He laid in bed, staring at his ceiling while he tried and failed to fall asleep. Why was his brain even so focused on memories of you in the class you shared during his second semester? He could remember vivid images of you, or more, the back of your head. His mind thought back to one specific moment where the class had been tasked with some kind of whole class, lazy activity. The professor, who looked worse for wear, had kicked his feet up on his desk, displayed the instructions on the projector screen and knocked out for the entirety of the class. 

Johnny remembered walking around the auditorium, filling out his worksheet with only one space left to fill out. Nobody that he’d spoken to knew the answer, since none of them had read the last chapter like they were supposed to. He knew he should have done his homework, he probably could have been out of class already, but he’d gotten caught up in frat stuff. Johnny perked his head up, making his way down the stairs and toward the row that was just two rows away from his own row, right to where you were sitting alone and diligently filling out the worksheet with your head ducked down. 

Slowly, Johnny lowered himself into the seat beside you so as to not startle you, “hey.”

Still, you jumped in your seat, having completely missed how his tall frame slipped beside you so seamlessly and quietly. He watches as your hand spreads over your chest in your shock. Your cheeks bloom with warmth and he smiles softly, you’re really pretty. Seeing you up close and not in passing, not from the back, he feels a part of him fall hard for you. 

Your voice is prettier than any song he’s ever heard, even as you laugh shyly, “you scared me.”

He chokes on his words, is that his heart pounding in his ears or is someone banging on the door? Are everyone’s eyes as gorgeous as yours? He clears his throat, blinking a few times to refocus himself, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just uh, I need some help answering the last question on the worksheet. I asked a bunch of people and no one knows the answer. Can you help me?”

“Oh, yeah! That question was hidden somewhere in the last few pages of the chapter, but I actually happened to make a note of it…” you tell Johnny as you flip through your notebook to find the page. 

He can only watch and admire your dedication to passing this class, even if it is a general requirements class. You slide your notebook over to him and he admires your neat scrawl and organized notes. “Here it is,” you tell him softly as you point out the line with the information he needs. 

Johnny copies down the information and smiles at you gratefully, “thank you so much. I’m usually so on top of my assignments, but I guess I got carried away with all the frat stuff I have going on.”

You cock your head to the side with a soft furrow in your brows, “I’m not judging you at all. It’s okay to be busy with things. The homework wasn’t even homework anyway so it’s really no bother at all.”

His body is reacting in that weird way again, but worse than usual. Probably because he’s doing more than just looking at you this time. He’s actually talking to you! A real conversation! His heart is thumping hard and fast in his chest as he forces his brain to remember to breathe! He chuckles softly, “well, I appreciate the help anyway.”

You nod as you pack up your things and stand from your seat with your backpack over our shoulder. “It’s no problem. Have a good one,” you tell him before you walk away from him to leave the lecture hall. 

The memory brings a smile onto Johnny’s face as he drifts off to sleep with thoughts of you on his mind. 

The next time he sees you, it’s not even planned. He’s just come back from a run when he walks past Mark on his way out of the door. Johnny looks at Mark in confusion, “what’s up? I thought you didn’t have class on Thursdays.”

Mark sighs, “I don’t but you guys are up my ass about going to my tutoring sessions so…”

Johnny lets out a laugh, “I think you mean that we’re up your ass about succeeding. Nu Chi doesn't keep idiots around.”

“That’s debatable,” Mark replies with a laugh, “I’m off to the library so I won’t be late. I’ve kept my tutor waiting for too many sessions already. See you later, bro.”

The door shuts and Johnny stands in the entryway for less than a second before he’s sprinting up the stairs, taking them three at a time. He pushes someone out of his way with a shout of “sorry!” He rushes into the bathroom and forces himself into an ice cold shower to wash the sweat and stink off his body. 

He knows he’s dripping water all down the hall as he runs to his room to get dressed. He knows he’s yelled at his brothers for this before, but he has a very limited amount of time to meet you at the library! You wouldn’t be tutoring Mark forever!

He finds one of his nicer t-shirts hanging in the closet, a clean pair of jeans and tucks his wet hair under a backwards cap before slipping on his shoes and making his way out of the house. He’s hustling across campus trying not to sweat while practicing what he’s going to say to you. He feels like a total idiot right now. He’s never been the kind of person to be nervous about meeting anyone. He’s always confident and charismatic, even though you’re his social opposite, he finds that he’s not himself. It’s kind of a fun feeling to experience again. 

He slows his stroll as he walks through the library, trying to look casual as he peeks into every study room, examines every table on the first floor, on the second floor, and finally, the third floor. He peeks his head to take a look in what was, of course, the last study room on this floor. He finds you and Mark looking at your laptop and taking notes. 

Johnny takes a deep breath and straightens out his clothes before freezing. Shit, what was his excuse for being here even going to be? ‘Hey there, I was just casually prowling the third floor of the library, mind if I join?’ No way! He pulls a random notebook from his backpack before knocking on the glass door with a friendly smile. He pushes the door open, “hey, sorry to interrupt. Mark, you left your notebook at the house, I wasn’t sure if you needed it.”

You look over at Mark with a confused look on your face and Mark looks at Johnny with a matching look of confusion, “I have my notebooks. That’s not mine.”

“Oh, well…” Johnny gulps nervously with sweaty palms, “I just wanted to be safe. I want you to do your best Markie.”

Mark’s face twists into a look of disgust, “since when have you ever called me Marki-”

Johnny coughs, cutting Mark off, “well, since I’m here. You guy’s don't mind if I just stay, do you? I’ll be quiet and I’ve got some studying to do of my own anyway.”

“That’s fine,” you nod slowly, returning to Mark.

Johnny spends about an hour sitting on the opposite end of the table from you, pretending to study. Really, his mind is busy working out the conversation he wants to have with you when your session with Mark is done. 

“So I guess, when in doubt, just add as many details about this time period as you can. I think your professor is likely to focus on the areas we covered today for the essay question, but don’t hold me to it. Do you have any questions before we wrap up?” Johnny hears you ask Mark.

Mark laughs as he packs his things up, “yo, I’m actually feeling really good about this test! Thank you, dude.”

Your laugh makes Johnny’s heart skip a beat as you help Mark gather his things and smile up at him, “It’s my job Mark, it’s really no problem. Good luck on your test and let me know how it goes.”

Mark leaves the study room, but not without a look of pure and utter suspicion thrown in Johnny’s direction before he leaves the two of you alone in the study room. Johnny clears his throat, “hey, so are you- you doing anything after-”

Someone clears their throat and Johnny turns to find a girl waiting in the doorway. Johnny’s eyes flit over to you to find that you’re already looking at him with wide eyes, “I’m sorry Johnny, I have another tutoring session right now.”

Johnny’s mouth snaps shut and he nods awkwardly, grabbing his backpack and making his way past the girl quickly. In an hour he’s going to feel like a major idiot for trying and failing to ask you out. He should have just spit it out! ‘Hey! Please go out with me! Please! I will beg!’ But he didn’t and somehow he didn’t feel like a loser quite yet… Mostly because, well, this was going to make him sound like a total dweeb, but you said his name! Was it possible to have two new favorite sounds upon the first time hearing them? Your laugh and his name on your lips.

If he’d have looked over his shoulder while he was leaving the room, he’d have seen you staring at his back as he left. He’d have seen how your eyes were wide and tracked his form until he was completely out of sight. Then consequently seen your next student bumping your arm and teasing you while you hid your face in your hands.

He walks back to the frat house with an extra pep in his step, though as soon as he opens the door, there’s Mark with a smug look on his face, “dude, you are so fucking lame. Really? ‘You forgot your notebook Markie.’” Mark’s face twists into an unimpressed smirk while he holds up the same notebook that Johnny had used as an excuse. A notebook that clearly read ‘JOHNNY’ in Yuta’s signature tag style. Johnny swallows as his cheeks get hot, “you didn’t show her that did you?”

Mark chuckles, “nah, you were smart enough to only show the back of the notebook. She’s not hard to talk to, you know?”

Johnny drags a hand down his face, “she is to me. Only God knows why.”

“You got it bad, bro. Pull yourself together,” Mark laughs brightly as he shakes Johnny by the shoulders.

Very rarely does Johnny like to admit that Mark is correct, but Mark is right this time. He does have it bad, so incredibly horrendously bad for you. He’s no longer keeping an eye out for you, no, he’s “casually” walking across campus to the humanities and social science buildings because that’s where your classes are more likely to be held. 

It’s a Monday when he sees you again. A whole two and a half weeks since he last tried to ask you out. His classes have already finished for the day, but he finds himself making the familiar walk across campus toward the humanities building. The sky is warm and the sun feels nice on his skin as he strolls and swipes through his phone. In the blink of an eye his phone is falling to the floor as his body collides with another. 

“Oh shoot, I am so sorry,” he hears the other person say. Not just any other person, you. He gulps, falling to his knees beside you as you gather all your papers and books back into a neat pile. He can hear your nervous rambling, “I’m really sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I’m just running late on my way to the library and— Johnny? What are you doing on this side of campus?”

Johnny isn’t even thinking of a response because while he was listening to you speak, he wasn't listening to what you were really saying. His brain was too busy memorizing the timbre and tone of your voice to focus on any words. It takes his brain a whole minute to process your question all while he stares at you blankly. He clears his throat, right, what was he doing over here, “I… the… I like that bathrooms over here…” What the hell, John?! The bathrooms?!

You giggle softly, “the bathrooms? Surely, the engineering building would have the nicest bathrooms since that building is the newest.”

Oh. You actually bought that flimsy excuse. He coughs softly, “are you… are you doing anything right now?” Wait a second, did your fingers just brush against his? Why was a simple brush of your fingers against making his heart race? What the heck was up with him?

“Yeah, actually, I’m on my way to another tutoring session,” you answer as you pile all your things into your arms before standing. 

Johnny stands up slowly, looking down at you as his eyes trace over every small detail on your face, every curve and every edge. His eyes drag over the curve of your lips, the lashes that line your eyes, and the way your cheeks round as you smile up at him. He blinks slowly, once, twice… what was it about you that made him act like such a fool? Why didn’t his brain work how it was supposed to around you? “Right,” he shakes his head with a smile, “of course. I’m sorry for making you later.”

Your brows furrow just slightly before you smile up at him in such a sweet way that he might just feel his pupils turning into hearts. Your hand comes up to squeeze his forearm. Great, now he’s a puddle from a simple squeeze of your hand. “You get this really faraway look in your eye when you look at me. We’ll have to talk about that next time we see each other,” you tell him in the sweetest voice he’s ever heard before hustling away like you always do. 

He doesn’t even care if you see him if you choose to turn away, but he hunches over, one hand gripping his t-shirt as he tries to catch his breath. Fuck, this was the best feeling in the world, being around you, looking at you, talking to you. And was it just his imagination or did your hand actually linger when you squeezed his arm? 

His train of thought is interrupted when someone coughs, “dude, are you having an asthma attack or something?”

“Something better,” Johnny breathes out.

The person shakes their head, “dude, you’re strange.”

Johnny has been practicing asking people out for a week now. Not only in the mirror, when he showers, before bed, to his pillow, his teammates, and also to every frat brother in the house. It helps him to develop a more well-rounded proposal since he gets so many types of feedback. When Mark and Haechan tell him it’s perfect, he goes to Taeyong to really get it the best it can be. What do those losers know anyway?

He’s thinking about you every second of the day and for some reason, manifesting your presence hasn’t worked like it has these last few times. He still walks around your class building, he keeps an eye out for Mark heading out for tutoring, and even walks around the library for a couple hours a few days. Nothing. Where could you have disappeared to? 

He knows that you’re probably busy with his own classes and tests, but.. he just misses you. It’s not even like the two of you have had any real conversations of substance, but the way you make him feel? It’s addicting. Not in a crazy way, but in a way that makes his heart beat a whole lot faster than running a few laps around the basketball court and feels a hell of a lot better. This must be the kind of feeling he remembers his dad explaining to him when he was a kid. 

Back when Johnny was a tween he’d gone to school with a bouquet of flowers to confess his crush on a girl from his science class. She had turned him down, kept the flowers, and shamelessly asked if his friend was looking for a girlfriend. Johnny had faked a stomach ache, not letting a single tear fall until he was at home and in his dad’s arms. 

“The right person for you won’t make you feel like this, Son,” his dad says soothingly as he rubs a calming hand up and down Johnny’s back, “Look, when I met your mom I felt like I was going crazy. Every time I saw her my heart would beat like crazy, I thought about her all the time, and every time she so much as looked at me I felt like I was on top of the world. When you find the right person you’ll feel all these things and more and they’ll feel the same way. This is just one of life’s lessons. I know it hurts now, but when the real thing comes along, it will feel so much better.”

Johnny’s been thinking about this conversation a lot. He wonders if, once again, he’s throwing himself into the fire to be burned. He wonders if this will just be another learning lesson on the journey to finding The One, and he starts to get really insecure. This is a feeling that Johnny rarely ever experiences, but when he really thinks about it… have you even shown him any romantic interest or just basic kindness? Did your touch linger? Did you stare a little too long? Did you even actually blush the first time you both made conversation? Whatever. He pushes the thought out of his head and instead forces himself to focus on his upcoming basketball game. He can’t distract himself with these thoughts when he needs to be in his basketball mindset. There’s no room in his head to be insecure or to overthink things. He’s not usually the kind of person to think this anxiously so he takes a deep breath and moves on.

There’s just a couple minutes left of the game, Johnny’s standing at the free throw line, exhaling to calm his nerves while he spins the ball in his hands. The feel of the textured rubber, the smell of the gym, the sight of his teammates and competitors has a familiar excitement bubbling in his stomach. His eyes flicker to the crowd on the left, then the right, and back to the hoop-- but wait, did he see that right? Yeah his frat brothers are there, he sees some people from his classes, but who is that sitting next to Mark? He blinks hard, squinting as he sees Mark pointing at the court and saying something to… you! 

You’re at his game, you’re watching him play, you’re here! It’s a complete shock to see you here. This is the last place he’d expect to see you, but Johnny smiles to himself and feels a whole new sense of confidence when he hears the referee blow his whistle. Johnny sinks not one, not two, but all three free throws with just a few seconds of the game to go. He’s playing better than he’s ever played and he’s already one of the best players on the team. Is it a little embarrassing to admit that it’s because you’re watching? Yeah, but he’s not going to admit it. 

The game ends with a victory by a small margin, but it’s a win nonetheless. His teammates immediately go to their water bottles, coach or girlfriends, but Johnny’s heading over to you. He’s making his way through the crowds accepting congratulations and claps on the back with a grateful smile before he’s walking right up the bleachers and right over to you. His frat brothers have mischievous smiles on their faces and thankfully have the decency to disperse not too far away while Johnny stops just a foot away from you. 

“You-you’re here!” Johnny smiles brightly.

You tuck your hair behind your ear, smiling as you drop your gaze to your feet, “yeah, I figured it was time to branch out of my comfort zone.”

“Well, did you have a good time? You caught me on a good day, heard coach say it was the best I’ve ever played,” Johnny tells you earnestly. 

You look up and Johnny tries to keep his breathing normal at the smile on your face. You’re just so pretty up close. He finds himself distractedly counting every beauty mark on your face and each variation of color in your pupils. You’re breathtaking. He blinks hard, forcing himself to listen to your melodic voice, “I have I admit, I don’t know a whole lot about basketball so Mark had to explain a lot of it to me. He said you did a good job and I know enough to know that you scored most of the points… so congrats!”

He licks his lips, feeling his heartbeat pounding right in the base of his neck. What better moment will there be than now? “Hey, do you want to go out with me? Like on a date… please,” Johnny manages to breathe out. 

Your eyes widen, jaw falling open the slightest bit, “you like me back?”

Johnny chokes, “you like me?!”

“I thought I was being obvious,” you murmur shyly, once again dropping your gaze to look at your feet. 

Johnny laughs a breathy laugh. It’s not malicious or teasing but it’s a laugh of relief. He reaches out and cups your cheeks, guiding your face up to meet his gaze. “I have been pining over you since the first time I talked to you. I feel like I’ve been going crazy every day and acting like a total fool— an idiot! All my stupidity just to find out that you’ve liked me back.”

“Honestly,” you tell him quietly, “I had a feeling you liked me.”

“How?!” Johnny asks, his thumb caressing the high point of your cheek.

You laugh softly and Johnny feels his heart skip a beat, “the humanities building doesn’t have bathrooms, John.”

He feels his face blush bright red as he staggers back and plants himself in a seat. He drags his hands through his hair and down his face with an embarrassed groan, “and you didn’t tell me? I really am an idiot!”

You giggle as you sit beside him, rubbing his upper arm which really doesn't help the blush on his cheeks but is something that he very quickly learns he really likes. You sigh, bumping his shoulder with your own playfully, “if it helps, I feel like an idiot too because my flirting wasn’t enough either. Clearly. We were both somewhat clueless.”

“What flirting?” Johnny asks with his brows furrowed softly.

“I looked at you a lot, I touched your arm that one time— twice actually, I came to your basketball game…” you list off as if these are the most obvious acts to have ever been done.

“Oh, Honey,” Johnny chuckles with a shake of his head, “luckily, with me you’ll get plenty of opportunities to work on that flirting of yours.”

You hide your face behind your hands as you whine embarrassingly. He catches your wrist gently and pulls your hand away just far enough to press a kiss to your cheek, “so, was that a yes? You’ll go on a date with me?”

Your voice is quiet but it’s loud enough to have Johnny standing from his seat and cheering when you murmur, “yes I want to go on date with you.”

“Yes!” You hear the guys around you cheer. You glance behind Johnny and find Mark fist pumping. You laugh quietly and lean into Johnny so your head rests on his shoulder and your arm is pressed up against his.

“Don’t take this the wrong way at all,” Johnny tells you, “but I am not worthy to have you pressed up against me right now. I am dripping with sweat, I smell, and I don’t even look good right now.”

“I’d argue that you actually look very good right now,” you reply before clapping a hand over your mouth in embarrassment.

Johnny’s head snaps in your direction with his eyes widened in shock, “now that’s flirting! Yes!”

a/n: feedback is appreciated and I'm adding the first date fic to my to do list!